What’s in the basement?

When I was a child we lived with my family in an old cottage near a dark
high mountain without people around us. This happened to me ten years
ago during a very dangerous storm with strong wind, heavy rain and many
mysterious noises outside our house. My grandfather told me before he
died never go in darkness anywhere because there was something strange
in this mountain that may hurt my body and my mind. That story scared me
but my father used to silent him and told him: “Don’t tell him those stupids
silly stories. You are scaring him. Shut up!”

Mum believed them because her brother died in a mysterious way when he
was a child and they never saw him again. She never told me much about it
because she heard some strange noises during the night like “I am here, I
am here, why did you forget me. I am always here and alone watching you
all”

So that’s why Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to

see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I
wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a
bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement
and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me
sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again,
and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better.

That’s why I didn’t ask her why there was a boy in the basement who knew
my name making noises like a puppy, or why he had no eyes, no hands or
feet.